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Jan 2015
A thousand and one bars of soap
Could probably never wash away my
Filthy, filthy little mouth.
But hold the bar of soap up baby
Like a trophy you won
Clean and powder me
Like the rag doll, I am.

Tiny black letters and sounds echoing from the mouth
"Just me."
God if I could just press
Delete, delete, delete
Hating how I cannot formulate
Or build models, like you
To represent the measurement
Of how glorious this could be.

But do, come back
As a "just you"
And chase after me.
I wish I could mutter aloud
How I feel and not scare
You or myself
Away.
I didn't know I could feel like such a we
So happily.

Sometimes I shudder and shake, press my hands
Against my face
Because I can't just--*******
Express the way you, your body
Quivers and shakes
When you take me under your fire.

I could sit in the corner of your room
Intelligent back and head to me
But we can't forget each other are here, in this very room
Nails scratched down your back a thousand and one times
There is just never enough time.
Leaving the baby letters of my name
Ten syllables
Behind
Don't forget me.

Heavy intricate weights,
Lift them off and over
A thousand and one times
But I gotta just pace, huff and puff
Like a little baby dragon
Pour red wine down my mouth, a thousand and one times
Because I worry sometimes
That I am never enough.

Lets plant a garden of everything that could be
I can see you shoveling and sweating
While my heart dangles from the branches
Above our heads
Throw a lasso, lets tie the swelling hearts together.

Slip that off, its full of you and me
Rich, full, fumes of realized desire
Lets lust after what could happen
If we err or choose a route
But all white or a bow tie
I kick pure sand with my toes
But we gotta both take our owns roads.

Perhaps for now.
But don't let your arms fall low
Your blue wise eyes filled with wonder
Lets dance to how lucky we could be.

God, **** the word "how"
And **** my ***** little mouth
A thousand and one times.
Scolding thoughts and untold tales
I am friends with the word fail

Bring me to you, find me
I can promise adventure.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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